Art

Two weeks had passed since Silke's encounter with Verena. After their fight they had traded business cards in utter silence and then Verena had driven backwards and both had left the single lane.

Since that day Silke's thoughts had often traveled back to the fight. She had laid awake at night full of anger. How could it have happened? How could she have gotten into a fight? Why did it arouse her? Why hadn't she won? Always her thoughts went to that point and she got very angry with herself. She told herself that fighting was terrible and totally inadequate for a woman of her standing, but the adrenaline rush and excitement of the fight made her hands sweaty anytime her thoughts went there.

She awoke from vivid dreams with a wet crotch. She sat in her office daydreaming about Verena's body. When she fell asleep her mind wandered to the moment when Verena's incredibly soft skin had touched her own skin. She felt incredibly guilty for these thoughts.

After 2 weeks she got an SMS: "We need to talk. Next Friday at noon, museum of fine arts. V." Instantly Silke's heart started hammering in her chest, her breathing quickened, all kinds of emotions raged inside her when she thought about meeting Verena.

Friday came very quickly. Silke had taken the day off and had spent the morning preparing and grooming herself. She decided to wear a light sundress with spaghetti straps, showing her beautiful white shoulders and arms. She didn't wear a bra and from the right angle the sides of her small firm breasts were visible.

Nervous and excited, Silke entered the museum. Her mouth was dry and her heart was beating very fast. She entered a room with bronze sculptures on pedestals, giant renaissance paintings covering the walls.

And right in the middle, in front of a beautiful small bronze sculpture of a nude amazon with spear and helmet, stood Verena.

She wore a sundress similar to Silke's. Silke couldn't help it, she stared at Verena's bare back and white slender arms, her slim waist and the form of her long legs vaguely perceptible under the flowing dress.

Verena turned around, their eyes met. Silke had never felt that nervous before. Slowly she approached.

Silke walked to the opposite side of the sculpture. First she admired the beautiful female warrior. She tried to master the courage to look straight at Verena.

They stood a few meters apart in uncomfortable silence, avoiding each other's eyes. After some moments their eyes met for a tiny moment and they exchanged a shy smile as a sign of greeting. Quick, both looked away again.

All her anger about that woman rose up again in Silke. She stared at her rival, seeking eye contact. Verena looked up, her face full of hate, their eyes locked, unblinking, gazing deep into each other. Slowly Silke started to circle the sculpture. Silke walked behind Verena's back, against her will her eyes were drawn to Verena's firm round butt, she could smell Verena's hair, quickly she walked past. Verena stood very still, her head held high, but Silke could hear the fast breathing of her enemy, indicating that Verena was as nervous as herself. Silke stopped beside the blonde. Then Verena started walking, passing so close behind Silke that her naked arm touched Silke's back for a second. It did send shivers of excitement through Silke's whole body. "No, not again," Silke thought, anger building in her. Quickly she turned right in front of Verena. Almost nose to nose with her rival she hissed through clenched teeth, "No more games, bitch. You wanted to talk, now talk."

They stared into each other's eyes. Suddenly Verena blushed deep red and lowered her gaze. Bewildered, Silke stepped back.

"I... I need to talk about what happened," Verena whispered. "About what we did." She looked up, the hate was gone from her eyes. Silke found uncertainty in Verena's beautiful blue eyes.

"You couldn't stop thinking about it, you dreamed about it," Silke said slowly. They almost smiled at each other and Verena nodded. For a moment there was a deep understanding between them. They knew that the other one was going through the same strange emotions.

Suddenly a group of noisy students entered the room. The connection between the two women was broken, they turned fast and quickly left the room together.

Silently they walked through a few rooms, until they entered a room without an opposite exit. They stood side by side in front of two drawings of kissing, entwined women.

Silke felt her cheeks blushing, the drawing seemed to show exactly what she so desperately avoided to think about.

"Why here?" she snapped at Verena.

"Because it's public, so you can't attack me again," Verena snapped back.

Silke couldn't believe her ears. She grabbed Verena's arm and violently turned her around. With a thud their bodies slammed together front to front. Silke could feel Verena's tits pressing against her own.

"I haven't attacked you, bitch, you attacked me," she hissed.

"You are a fucking liar," Verena hissed back. "You lesbian slut."

They pushed hard against each other, their noses touching.

"I'm not lesbian, you rubbed yourself on my body until you came."

"YOU CAME FIRST."

"NO WAY, YOU CAME FIRST, BITCH."

"What the hell is going on here?" A female voice made Silke and Verena aware of their surroundings.

A young female guard stood in front of them, in the corner a young man gazed at them, his hand covering his midsection. A middle aged woman was tugging away her husband who stared at them open mouthed.

Totally embarrassed, Silke and Verena turned around on their heels and stormed out of the room. They marched through a lot of rooms, their faces glowing red. Then they found themselves alone in a large room with an oval, cushioned bench in the middle. Silke caught Verena's eye, Verena looked so embarrassed that Silke couldn't help herself but laugh. Soon both women were giggling like young girls, they laughed until tears ran down their cheeks. Side by side they fell onto the bench, they were very near to each other, their arms touched, their faces got closer and closer, still they laughed. Verena went silent first, her eyes caught Silke's. Slowly she raised her hand to Silke's face until she touched a single tear on the honey-blonde's cheek. She took the tear with her finger and put it into her mouth. Verena shivered for a second. Silke felt absolute calm, all thoughts were gone from her mind, she bent over, stuck out the tip of her tongue and touched it to a tear on Verena's chin. The taste of the salty tear made wild, raw lust burn in Silke's mind. Their faces moved even nearer. Their lips nearly touched. Their breath mingled.

A guided tour entered the room. The voice of the guide explaining the paintings broke the mood. In a flash of shock Silke realized that she was nearly kissing her enemy again. In an outburst of hate she slapped Verena on the cheek and stormed away into a side room. Verena, after a second of shock, followed fast.

Verena grabbed Silke's arm, violently turned her around and slapped her with the back of her hand hard on the face. Silke pushed Verena hard in the chest, Verena pushed back. Their pretty faces twisted with rage as they glared at each other.

Silke looked around, the side-room was small and empty of visitors. Obscure, unknown paintings on the wall and in the middle a room divider with smaller paintings.

Silke dragged Verena behind the divider, just one painting was hanging there.

Through the window they saw a strange sculpture in the park.

The two women smashed their bodies together. They rammed their foreheads into each other, the pain made them stumble back a few inches. With snarls of rage they came together again, hands clawing into the enemy's hair. They stumbled around. Clawing at each other's hair and faces. They were bending and twisting their upper bodies against each other.

They were bent to the side, each holding the opponent in a stranglehold with one hand and tugging hair with the other hand. Their faces were turned toward each other, their mouths twisted with hatred, both women wanted to scream their pain and hate into the other's face.

Suddenly they sensed something. Looking up from their bent position they realized an old lady, very well dressed, clutching a walking cane with old fingers full of expensive rings, she stood beside the divider looking at the fighters.

Quickly they separated, blushing deep, both women started to mutter explanations.

The old lady turned around slowly, a knowing smile appeared on her wrinkled face as she left the room, leaning on her cane.

Totally baffled, Silke and Verena looked at each other. Neither could understand that reaction but somehow their rage had cooled down again. Slowly they left the room side by side. In the door they froze.

Open mouthed, both stared at the two huge paintings opposite them. The guided tour was still in the room and the guide told the group in a bored voice: "On the left you see the picture 'Chloe' by Jules Joseph Lefebvre painted 1875, on the right a reproduction of Amaury-Duval's 'Birth of Venus,' sadly the reproduction is mirror-inverted, as you may have realized. Both paintings were donated by Countess von Ehrensieg, our most generous donor."

The group left, Silke and Verena stood transfixed in front of the paintings. Each showed a very sexy woman standing naked and proud. Thanks to the inverted right painting they seemed to look straight at each other. A slightly arrogant smile on each woman's lips.

Silke stared at the left painting, Chloe goddess of fertility. The body, painted so long ago looked so similar to her own, the small breasts, the sexy navel, the slender legs. So much like herself, just the hair was darker.

Then her eyes went to the right picture, the breasts of Venus, goddess of beauty, were a bit larger than Chloe's, just like Verena's were a bit larger than her own.

Silke shot a sight glance at Verena's tits. Because of the sundress Silke could see the side of Verena's wonderful breasts. Silke could feel that Verena's eyes were on her own breasts. A long time they stood there, looking at the pictures and thinking.

Silke made a decision. She admitted to herself that she wanted to fight Verena, she accepted her lust, she acknowledged her wild longing for Verena's body.

Then she took Verena's hand in her own, turned her head to Verena and smiled.

Verena smiled back. It was clear to them now that they would fight body to body, that they would fight physical and sexual.

At the entrance behind them the old lady talked to the female guard which had interrupted them earlier. But Silke and Verena didn't care. They stood still, looking deep into each other's eyes.

The guard came to them. "Follow me, I know the right place for you." Hand in hand they followed the guard to a small storeroom, with a smile she closed the door and finally Silke and Verena were alone.

The room was small, not much wider than one and a half meter. It was without air conditioning and very hot. The two faced each other, still smiling. Verena gave Silke a light poke to the shoulder. Silke answered with just a little more strength in it. Verena pushed with both hands. Silke pushed back hard enough that Verena was knocked against the wall. Both fighters were still smiling. Verena pushed herself off the wall and flung herself against Silke.

They crashed against the other wall. The fight was on. They stumbled and struggled all over the small space. Soon they were pulling each other's hair vigorously. Their naked arms, covered in sweat, were entwined, skin on skin.

Some minutes they battled, they had managed to get each other into a headlock with one arm, pulling hair with their free hands, but none was able to get the upper hand, it became clear again that their bodies were physically equal.

Exhausted and frustrated, the two fighters separated, each leaning against one wall, breathing heavily.

Silke's eyes traveled all over her opponent's slim body, she craved to feel Verena's white, sweaty skin on her own. Her amber eyes found Verena's blue eyes, their gazes locked to each other. Proud and tall they faced each other.

Silke slowly reached for one strap of her dress and pulled it down, exposing one of her beautiful, small round breasts. She registered with wild satisfaction that Verena stared at her breast with lust and desire. Then Verena pulled down one of her own straps.

Silke's breathing quickened as she stared at Verena's chest. Slightly larger than her own, with a broad pink nipple standing proud from a small round areola.

Both pulled down the second strap, then they closed the distance between them until their nipples were only millimeters apart, their faces were so close to each other that Silke could feel Verena's breath on her lips.

Both women were almost in trance, driven by pure wild longing when she finally touched the tips of their nipples to each other.

A small scream escaped Silke, wild lust burned inside her, she had never felt anything like this before. Her eyes were closed, her crotch became wet as she savored the incredible amount of pleasure pulsing through that miniscule connection between their bodies.

Silke could feel her own nipples getting harder and she felt Verena's nipples hardening likewise. The pressure between their growing rods became nearly unbearable.

Both women's nipples were now fully erected and were pressed tightly together. Now both women started to push forward, increasing the pressure, both nipples stood unbending and were pushed back into the breast-flesh, the skin of their breasts came into contact and mashed together. Silke could feel Verena's slightly bigger tits engulfing her own but her own tits were tighter, pressing deep into Verena's.

She made a sharp thrust forward, bringing their bellies together and pushing Verena's nipple back into her tits. Verena let out a gasp of pain and stepped back.

Verena's beautiful face was full of anger about that moment of weakness. Quickly she stepped forward, grabbing Silke's waist and pushing their crotches together.

Silke could feel the long legs of her opponent against her own, she could feel the deepening of Verena's navel through the thin dresses, her pussy became dripping wet.

Slowly they brought their nipples back together, very softly they let the tips of their rod glide over each other. Both women were almost shaking with desire.

The tips of their nipples parted and they let the sides of their nipples move against each other until the tips were touching the other woman's areolas. Then they moved their breasts to circle their nipples around each other. This movement was nearly enough to bring them to an orgasm but it wasn't enough for these two.

They raised their right legs and put the feet to the wall, their pubic areas could come into full contact now. They pressed their pussies deep together. Silke's wet slip was sucked into her swollen vulva.

They started to rotate their hips, rubbing their crotches against each other, their nipples still circling, their mouths slightly open, pressed lip to lip, inhaling the breath of the opponent.

And still, it wasn't enough. Tighter they pressed together, pumping their bodies rhythmically into each other, the pace ever quickening, the light sundresses were plastered together, soaked with mixed sweat. Their tits pressed into each other, their nipples were meeting from one side, bending each other and sending sharp pain through both women's body. Then one nipple would bend, the victorious one passing by and they would meet to a new duel from the other side.

Silke felt that she could hold it back not much longer, the pleasure building in her was unbearable. She desperately tried to slow the pace, she felt her muscles softening, her eyes began to close, she was drifting away. Suddenly Verena grabbed Silke's wrists.

With a jolt of panic Silke's eyes flew open again and she found Verena staring at her with triumph. Verena pushed, Silke's back crashed to the wall, her arms were held to the side, Verena rammed her nipples tip to tip on Silke's again, then she took complete control of the grinding. Silke had no strength left to fight physically, she tried with all her might to fight the orgasm, but too late.

With a last powerful stroke of Verena's hip Silke came over the edge, she screamed with pleasure, shaking uncontrollably but held in place by Verena.

Verena could even control her own coming to the point that Silke had exhausted a bit, she humped the helpless, crying woman with a few strokes and came to the most satisfying orgasm of her life, she let her eyes open to savor the despair in Silke's eyes. Then she released her victim.

Silke sank to her knees crying, she was desperate, she had lost, how could she lose? Then she felt Verena's arms around her.

Verena held Silke cradled in a comforting hug until the crying ebbed up. It seemed strange to be comforted by the person who had beaten her, but there was no one else in the world who could have calmed Silke in this moment, she knew that Verena was the only one who could understand what she felt. "It isn't over," she pressed through the tears.

"No," Verena answered wholeheartedly, "not yet, but for today it is."

The beautiful female guard had stayed in the adjacent rooms to keep an eye on the storeroom door. She thought she heard a muffled cry from time to time but wasn't sure. She envisioned to herself what these two beauties were doing in the tiny room, it brought a wet spot to her panties.

Then, suddenly, the door opened. They came out hand in hand, their hair in total disorder, their sundresses crumbled and sweaty, red spots of excitement and exhaustion were visible on both their cheeks.

She smiled at them.

The light-blonde woman smiled back, she looked very happy. The honey-blonde woman looked devastated, her eyes were red from crying, clearly she was the loser but still she held her head high and proud.

They collapsed together on a cushioned bench, holding each other close like lovers. The guard smiled, her eyes traveled from the fighters to the painting on the wall above them.